Test Week

I officially proclaim this week as  ”Test Week”

  1. Test to see if I am ready to begin blogging again
  2. Test out some healthy eating
  3. Test out how far I can “break my habit”
  4. Test out the new gym I pay for, but don’t go to
  5. Test out how many things I can knock off the To-Do List
The doctor and I, at the Brown commencement

The doctor and I, at the Brown commencement

Thinking of coming back…

It’s hard. It’s hard to focus on a number on thescale or the back of my jeans when so much has changed. I have changed. How do I put the past me and the present me in the same room?

This song renews my faith in men.

Needless to say- it’s been on repeat for a while.

Loss is powerful.  Harness that power and use it for something good…

The Sis’ reaction to every petty thing my ex does.  
Chick is nuts.

The Sis’ reaction to every petty thing my ex does.  

Chick is nuts.

This is the how we found the tween this morning.  She is going to be one ridiculous woman…

This is the how we found the tween this morning.  She is going to be one ridiculous woman…

Painting day

So today I am a painting my new apartment (I will try to take some photos for you guys).  Hopefully it will be done being painted by the end of the week, so I can really begin nesting.  On a a nutrition tip, it will be nice to have complete control over what food enters my house.

I also plan of committing to working out as much as possible to try to combat the stress.  I miss him, but the past few weeks have been some of the toughest.

I have some many things I want to accomplish this year and while being single wasn’t one of them…I guess God had other plans for me.  I am hoping that this just means, I will in fact go to grad school.  I will stay positive and lovely.

I will not be jaded.

I will run again.

I will love again.

I wish I took more photos of my house before I left it.

I loved that house.  Put blood, sweat, and tears into.  Yet, I am not there.  I keep catching my self turning left instead of straight through a stoplight.

Hey, Val…you don’t live there anymore…

When there is a stranger in your house…

Please forgive my absence, but The Man and I have broken up.

A strange feeling.  Anger.  Sadness.  Frustration.  Relief.

So who changed?  Me?  Or him?